I looked away from the window.
"Why don't you lay down sweety." My mom said.
"No. Just get me the hell out of here."
My mom left to go ask Dr.Gregory if we could leave. After she filled out some paper work they released me. Detective Ross handed me a piece of paper on the way out and told me that if I remembered anything, anything at all, to call him. Yea right.
"Are you hungry?" My mom asks on the way home. My stomach roared just then answering that question for me. "Where do you want to stop to eat?" She asks.
"I don't want anyone to see my face," I say looking in the mirror on the visor."Any place with a drive through is fine with me."
She makes a left onto the Bulevard and turns into BurgerKing. "A whopper and small fry?" She asks me. "And a sprite please." She smiles."Ok." We go throught the drive through she orders my food, and some food for herself then drives home to eat. By the time we get home I had eaten all my fries. We went inside and sat at the table and she handed me my whopper. I devoured it instantly. I took a sip of my sprite and went up to my room to take a nap.
When I woke up a few hours later I sat down at my vanity. I pulled out all my coverup, my powders, my foundation and I started putting it all on. I had to cover up these bruises some how. Finally with two pounds of makeup on my face, you couldn't tell that it was bruised. Except for the two stitches in my lip. You could easily tell that I had a lot of make-up caked on my face.
"Honey, Bobby's here." My mom said into my doorway.
"You can send him up." I told her.
I grabbed a light blue fitted tee from my dresser and threw it on. Bobby came walking through the door and I rush over to hug him. "Hey." He says holding me in his arms.
"Hey." I reply with my face in his chest. I pull my face back, stand on my tippy toes and kiss his lips. I'm not sure what happened to me, but I knew it was an accident. It had to be.
"Ooo. Ouch." He winced as I kissed him.
Oops! My stitches I forgot."Sorry, it's my stitches."
"It's fine." He kissed my cheek. "How are you?"
I walk over and sit on my bed as does he. "Sore. Hey, is that a new shirt?"
"Oh,"he looks down at his dark gray teeshirt. "Yea."
"It's nice."I pause."And clean." Bobby is always getting his clothes dirty. I don't know how he manages to do it, but he does. He is staring at my face now."What's with all the makeup?"
I look down at my lap. "The bruises. I just thought I'd cover them."
He nods his head. "That's a good idea. I was going to ask you to stay home a few days to wait for the bruises to heal. But now you won't have to since you could cover them with make-up. We don't need any more attention from these people at school."
He was right. I didn't need people staring at me. So it was decided. I would wear the makeup so it was all good. "So.Wanna go to a party?" I laugh a little. Then catch the look of confusion on his face.
"Wait, are you serious?" I ask.
"Uh, yeah."
"Bobby, I just got out of the hospital." He scratched his neck."I know. Don't you think you should go out though and show everyone that you're ok. No sympathy needed.Or whatever."
"Sure, Bobby. Whatever. But I'm not staying there all night. And you're going to have to drive. Which means no drinking. Ok?"
He's smiling like a little kid on Christmas. "Ok."
He gently kisses my forehead," I love you."
"I love you too."